Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone. Meet the halo of a street lamp, I turned my color to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night and touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hating without listening. People writing songs, that voices never share. And no one dared, disturb the sound of silence. For those that I do not know, silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you. But my words, like silent raindrops fell, echoed in the well of silence. And the people bowed in praise, to the neon god they made. And the sign passed out his warning, in the words that he was forming. And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls. And tended homes, and whispered in the sound of silence. www.mooji.org